It was another world meeting, which meant that the companies that make painkillers will have a boom in business as the nations desperately tried to resist the urge to choke each other, especially Germany who was trying to regain some form of order. Unfortunately, it looks like that won't be happening anytime soon as England and France yelled about the Battle of Waterloo, Greece was fast asleep as his cat lapped up the complimentary water, Italy was munching on a large plate of spaghetti while Romano was chewing on a plump tomato, Spain was chatting loudly with someone on the phone, Netherlands and Switzerland were doing their accounts, Mexico was putting a knife through a picture of America's president while muttering something about walls, Japan was busily drawing manga as he waited for the other nations to calm down, China was muttering something about America's debt to him, and Russia was creepily smiling at America who was reading a Captain America comic while laughing obnoxiously and shoving a large cheeseburger into his mouth.

"CAN'T WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE ECONOMY!?" Germany cried, slamming his forehead against the table in defeat with a deafening thud that resounded throughout the meeting hall which startled some nations but not enough to stop their activities. As Germany regrets his life choices (you know more than usual), he raised his head up slightly to see who was next to present their idea to stop world hunger and groaned seeing that it was America who was probably going to drone on and on superheroes ending the world's problems or something equally stupid. Groaning in frustration, he muttered, "America, you're up."

"Cool, my dude," America replies. Standing up, he gathered up his papers and briefcase and walked up to the front where a whiteboard on a metal stand was already set up. He then tossed his briefcase on the floor and dove after it and opened it much to the annoyance of the countries who wanted to evacuate as fast as they possibly could. Eventually, he gathered up a couple of papers and stood back up. "Welp. Everyone knows being hungry isn't fun. In fact, it sucks, believe me, I had to deal with the Depression." The nations glared at this, knowing they all had to deal with the aftermath of the stock market crash. "But just think. What if a superhero came and sprinkle coconuts all over the world? That way-" suddenly Oklahoma's anthem reverberated throughout the room alerting the countries that were barely paying attention to look up to see America grabbing his phone. The younger nation then proceeded to answer it which made the nations collectively groan knowing they would have to wait even longer for him to finish up so they could finally go home. They were curious however and listened in on his conversation and only got bits and pieces that went something like this, "Can't talk...It's in the cabinet...Okay, have you checked Sam's room? Thing's usually disappeared there...Then don't know what to tell you...Okay...Bye...Love you."

"America, who was that?" England asked, thoroughly annoyed with being trapped in this room and country.

America's eyes uncharacteristically widened and said, "My housekeeper?"

"You tell your housekeeper you love her?"

"I have a deep connection with my people," America said, staring intently at England until he looked away or dropped the subject.

England rolled his eyes but does say, "Right. Sure. Hurry up and finish."

"For sure," America says. "So as I was saying-" But before he could finish, the oak double doors flew open and in ran two little girls. The first of the girls had short and straight ebony-black hair that was rather messy, large chocolate brown eyes, and sun-kissed skin and one her body she wore a black sweater dress under a dark orange poncho that split down the middle with the buttons already done and on her feet are brown boots that came to just below her kneecaps with the left shoe's laces hanging loosely that some fear that she could fall from how fast she was going. The second was a girl with similar colored hair but hers hung in long curls that framed her equally tanned skin and her eyes were the color of walnuts and shaped like almond, and on her body, she wore a bright yellow poncho decorated with thick orange lines that covered a majority of her upper body with her torso and legs being concealed by a long blue skirt and tall black boots similar to the first girl and around her neck was a silver crucifix with a turquoise gem glinting in the light.

Now the nations were rather confused at who these girls were and some were even angry at this disruption that prevented them from going home. The girl with the short hair immediately ran to America who at this point was a pale as a ghost and exchanging looks with Mexico who looked like he had seen La Llorna. The most shocking thing for the other nations, however, was when the girl cried, "PAPA!" at America. "You'll never believe what I caught!" the girl said as the other tried to pull her back as she looked around at the frustrated and bewildered nations whose gaze was locked onto them. America just continued to stare, his face a mixture of fear and anger but unable to say a thing, as he just stared at the black-haired girl open her hands to reveal a large dragonfly that had a purplish-blue tint and clear twins wings on each side. The dragonfly immediately took off and against the curly haired girl's pleas as she jumped on the conference table and reached out towards the bug she had brought in. As she ran and jumped and hopped, she trampled over documents, cups of coffee and tea that broke under her feet, and bottles of water that fell and covered papers causing the ink to stain. The nations turned back to America who was standing straight as a statue except for his eyes that were searching for any way to get out of this current situation while the other girl came chasing after the one in the orange cloak. They looked back at the girl, with some of the nations even trying to catch her only for her to dodge or jump away, flinging herself off the table and grabbing the dragonfly. Only to land face first on the red carpet. Germany, thoroughly done with interruptions, marched across the room and grabbed the girl by her her cloak and shook her as she was rather dazed from hitting her head.

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" Germany screamed in her face as she was barely conscious. "This is a private meeting and you are not authorized to be here!" The girl, coming back to her senses, shook her head and looked at the frustration written and the nations' faces and the destruction she had caused from her desperation to grab the firefly that was now flying straight to window.

The poor girl, looking all shades of red from embarrassment and shame, could barely peep, "This isn't the gift shop?"

As Germany continues to rant at the child, the yellow poncho wearing girl cried, "Good job, Ari-Ally!" The curly hair girl then proceeded to roughly kick Germany in the shins, who immediately fell along with the straight haired girl and they both immediately booked it for the door before any nations had the chance to question them.

As some of the nations like Italy went over to check on Germany, America, already heading to the door, "Y-you know guys, I-I should go make sure those kids find their parents. Great. Okay. Bye!" But just as he was a step away from leaving, Russia tackled him to the ground and threw him in a circle of thoroughly infuriated and piqued nations who looked like they wanted to choke him. America only growls, "Do you guys realize how bad your pants smell? Like dudes wash your pants one of these days"

"Who was that?" England hissed through his teeth.

"Th-The kid. How am I supposed to know?" America says though he sounds unsure.

"She called you, 'Papa'. She clearly knows you," England continues, as some countries were too angry to speak.

America stands up and replies, "Do you know how many people in my country have blonde hair and blue eyes? A lot, so maybe she just mistook me for her dad?"

"Amerique, you froze up. You clearly knew her somehow," France said in a softer but still firm tone.

America's breath began to hitch as he looked for help from anyone but it didn't look it was coming as many were still glaring at him.

"America!" Germany said, leaning on Italy has his shins still ached from the child's lightning kick. "If you know who those brats, you better tell us."

America growled and to the shock of everyone SLAPPED Germany. However, this wasn't even the most surprising thing he did. The most surprising thing he did is what he said next. He said, "You do not speak that way about my kids." Everyone's mouth gaped and America even slammed her palm over his lips, trying to take back the words he just said. America had kids? Loud-mouthed, immature, hero-obsessed America had kids? Most of the nations in the room could barely even fathom the thought.

"Great job, gringo," Mexico facepalmed.

England, one of the ones still in complete shock, stuttered, "Y-you bred!?"

America sighed but said, "You didn't have to say it like that, but yes, 'I bred'."

"Th-those girls?"

"Two of my daughters," America replies, blushing.

"Only two!?" Germany cried, cringing at the thought of more of those kinds of children. God, he was going to need a beer after this. "How many do you have?"

"26, including them, and 26 boys," America sheepishly said.

"Like your states?" Germany asks, utterly confused. America just nodded, seeing no point in hiding his secret anymore now that half the world had seen two of them.

Cue the fainting and jaws dropping. "Your STATES!?" many yelled in unison.

"How?" England cries.

"Well, I'm not sure myself. My theory is that when a state becomes so different from each other they can no longer be personified by a single personification," America says shrugging.

France then gets a very, very creepy smile. "You must've been quite the charmer to have created such a fine brood."

America grew a smug smile that many nations were not aware that he could even have. "I guess I was pretty good during the 1800s," he replied.

"HA!" Mexico sarcastically laughed. "Good? You're not even in my top ten," Mexico said before looking around again. "Mierda."

"We all like to lie to ourselves once or twice," America replies when he is suddenly grabbed by a very irate Spaniard holding a very halberd that seemed to have a materialized out of thin air.

"YOU DEFLOWERED MY BROTHER !?" Spain cried, clearly wanting America dead at this very moment.

"I am NOT your brother," Mexico said back

"Quiet the adults are talking," Spain says, waving Mexico off.

Mexico growls, "Estúpido."

"You d-didn't have to put it like that, but we were drunk," America replied.

At that Spain raised his halberd over the poor American's head but was stopped by France just in time who gave him over to Belgium and Romano with the latter cursing France out for leaving him with Conquistador-side Spain.

"S-So you're not a virgin?" England, who was still in shock, stutters.

America gives a confused stare. "No? Haven't been since 1810. Why?"

England shakes his head to get over the anvil of surprise that had been pounded over his head before muttering, "Damnit, I lost my bet."

"On that note," France says making his way over to the large-eyebrowed nation. "Hand it over."

England begrudgingly reached into his pocket and pulled out 100 euros while muttering, "Stupid frog. Stupid yank," before throwing it at the Frenchman's face.

"Pleasure doing business with you," was the only thing France said as he joyfully put the 100 in his wallet.

America, finally able to put the pieces together. "Wait! You guys bet if I was a virgin or not? What the hell?"

England groaned but said, "I didn't even think you knew where babies came from since I tried to keep you as innocent as possible by telling you about the storks. Also, with how you acted, How was I supposed to know that you had...THAT."

"Well actually, I kind of figured that on my own after I saw you sleeping with one of my nannies," America said which mad England turn every shade of red possible as France gave his perverted laugh in the background.

"You did what!?"

"Yeah, after that, I kind of just figured it out once I was older," America shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

France, meanwhile, then remembered something or someone. "Wait, does that my little Canada has his provinces personified?"

"Who?" came a peep from the door and France spun around to see Canada with his little pet bear almost out the door.

"Darn it, Kumakichi," Canada muttered under his breath as France gracefully ran towards the northernmost nation.

"You do have provinces!" France understood before tearing up. "How could you not tell your papa about his petits-enfants?"

Canada blushed from the embarrassment but answered, "It's just not something I like to talk about."

"Besides, do you know how many countries want us buried six feet under? And would no doubt use our angels to do that?" America asks.

"Well, I suppose that's true," England groans. "God, it feels disgusting to say that."

"HEY!" America cries. He then loudly sighs, "Can we end this stupid meeting, I have to get home."

The nations nodded in agreement, as most were ready to jump out a window before the two states had even thought about heading to the meeting room, but Germany piped up, "We need to talk about these 'states'."

"Wait, what?" America replies, his eyes widening.

"Now?" England groaned. God, he would need a drink too.

Germany sighed, seeing the weary countries, said, "Tomorrow. But we are talking about them."

"Excuse me," America said an uncharacteristically anger, getting up into Germany's face. "You have no right to barge into mine or my kids' lives."

Germany just stared at the superpower, a bit shocked by America's anger, but coughed before saying, "You have kept them hidden for over 200 years and they could be a threat-"

"A threat!" America cried. "I'm sorry, which one of us decided to plow through Europe?"

Germany turned red, but tried to say, "You still hid them."

"I am their FATHER! And why should I have to tell you guys about my life?" America continued. "I'm out of here. And don't follow," he growled before marching out with Canada close behind.